"Why dare me again?"
L. was behind me. I stroked her head, her hair. I was sitting with a stack of three biscuits soaked in milk biscuit and cocoa, when they hear her voice a shiver goes through my back, "But who the fuck you challenge Lu ????". I ask puzzled.
L. I pulled my arm and I find myself while standing in front of him, "BLOBH" sink cookies in my milk.
Actually I know what it refers to. He is annoyed because on FB as a joke I asked to be taken .. and of course, a joke-a lot of friends responded to my request in the affirmative.
hugged me suddenly.
When I embraced it, enveloping his arms, pressing my face into his chest, I feel so small. It is not just a psychological thing, he is much bigger than me, much higher.
disappears into his arms, makes me feel protected by a loving embrace, and at the same time
totally in his wet nurse.
He leaned over me and whispered in his ear: "Now we solve this thing that you want to take from others."
I was detached from its warm embrace and told me to put me face the wall.
to face the wall in truth I like a mess because I can feel my heart galloping up in his throat, blood and temples that pulsate wildly.
I stood facing the wall, his hands on his head, as usual.
But he said: "Throw down pants and panties, and her arms behind her back."
When I went to unbutton my jeans my hands were shaking.
How many hundreds of times have I done?
Yet I always get excited.
He knows, he knows the preferential ways that bring me excitement, and take secure.
I lowered just enough to discover the buttocks.
Then wait.
I feel that slips off the belt she's wearing.
My heart beats a few shots less, and I'm choking with excitement. His silence
intoxicates me like the sound of leather that slips through the loops of his pants.
is coming back to me, to my ear, I speak in a low voice: "Do you want to take you by others?".
I have a lump in my throat, are nailed to the wall with his eyes.
I repeated the question, and I say, "No. It was a joke."
He slides his hands along my hips, down a little ' my clothes. Clings to me, I can feel him, feel his breath.
He slides his hands under my shirt and shakes my breasts. Forte. And bump.
"Whose tits are these flowers?" he asks.
I do not answer.
His hands are back over my hips, "And this ass of those flowers?".
Finally, look for my sex, over and over again puts his fingers inside me, "and these flowers, whose is it?".
It 's been so slow that I think I was facing the wall for 20 years, groped me, to hear his voice low.
And then, everything has changed, so grabbed me and rushed me to the bedroom door. I slam face down, and my legs off the bed system.
A series of strikes me strap your ass unceremoniously. Beginning to scurry, my legs are not without a second, L. strikes me as if to impress upon me the sign of its passage.
Then he stops.
"Flower of who you are?"
I would say that its totally the USA, that everything that is mine is yours, of course, clearly, without any doubt the USA, not only my body but especially my mind, which is always full of him. But I say nothing, something stops me ... perhaps that is just a joke, maybe the fact that I resent the fact I do not know very well ... and so a win another round of belt. Strips of red and painful.
And then, you riferma. Touches my skin, I feel her fingers to read about me.
"I want to hear Flower." It is a shocking blow
lighter than others.
And I will unlock everything.
"ARE YOU!" I tell him.
I get another shot, and asks me to repeat it. Many, many times. Then I see
precipitated his belt on the bed, his fingers on my skin again, to grab me by the hair. Compels me to follow him pulling my hair. I get out of bed to find myself in front of her sex, kneeling.
It reconciles me leaning in my ear: "I do not want a cigarette holder of yours, I want to fuck with your mouth. Do you understand? ".
I nod. I sank in the mouth, in and out at will, blocking my head with the hand that has twisted my hair and every yank the skin hurts.
I can not even keep up with him, I can not breathe regularly, I can not do anything, they are immersed in trans, until it comes loose from me and I him.
It helps me get up and kiss me, kiss me lips that feel irritated that I feel have taste, and kisses me all over the face, while his hands are back to my sex. I seem to explode, I seem to be on the edge of orgasm for too long. or join them, or to lose forever.
L.
me up on my stomach down on the bed, his hands inside me emerge wet strip on me, I already know what he wants to do.
I take back without ceremony, I'm screaming, I'm panting, I would enjoy, I feel my ass hot fresh on his belly, I feel damn her.
Ps: I had to throw milk and biscuits L.
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